Books Set During The Summer Novels & Stories

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

Clara said, and turned back to Seth with an expression that told Lena this particular alliance was going to be a permanent, ongoing threat to her dignity for the rest of her life. By the second day, Clara and Seth had settled into an easy, dry humor between them, built apparently on a shared and deeply unfair interest in cataloguing Lena's most embarrassing moments across various ages. Clara supplied childhood stories with the gleeful enthusiasm of an older sister who'd clearly been waiting years for an audience who'd actually appreciate them properly, and Seth listened to every single one with rapt, delighted attention, occasionally adding his own more recent observations to the growing col

We are getting to a crossover point in our story and as I was going back to Ryker and Kennedy's book to double check time frames and to make sure I was remaining true to their story, I got lost in re-reading it. So many more tid-bits and details are there than I remember putting in! Adding to my research and trips down memory lane bot of my kids are wrapping up their spring sports with a ton of travel. June has been a month for us. I have slept in hotels more often than my own bed in the last month.

Isabella. I sighed as I looked out the window. There were always days like this, where the business was undoubtedly slow in the summer. Unfortunately, in addition to that, this day was also a hot summer day. I thought back to Leo, who has begun returning as normal. The past anomaly regarding work seemed to not be as serious anymore, considering. After all, only two days before, right after Treasure had fallen asleep, we read books together.

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha Please, don’t copy and remake! Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

The seventh month arrived without asking whether we were ready to stop pretending the future was still mostly theoretical. It arrived in the way my feet sat in my shoes. In the height of the child’s kicks under the sternum. In the continuous low demand of a body that had reorganized every priority around a single internal project and no longer pretended to be interested in my opinion. Summer had thickened into a late, heavy brightness that made the stone of the Alpha house radiate stored heat long after dark. I moved through that heat more slowly now, and the house—watched, watching—moved with me.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

Book 3 in the series is being written so be on the look out August 1st Thanks again, Annie

God please tell me no one's looking… ____________________ Vote Comment Longer chapter!! Whoop whoop 😱😱 I've never really given a location as to where everything takes place. But if you can imagine Californian weather with South Africas season calendar. Which means: Dec - Feb· Summer Mar - May· Autumn/ Fall Jun - Aug· Winter Sep - Nov· Spring I'll make up a name as to the city they live in. But for now the beach that they at looks similar to Venice beach, CA.

I mumble my voice trailing as my eyes find something to stare at across the landing. “I still remember what it used to be like out there. I remember playing on my bike in the street with sally from two doors down. I remember wearing sun dresses and eating ice cream, going to school on the bus with my friends, I remember laughter, games, jokes, music. We don't have that here. I remember it, so I have something to hold onto, something to hope for. But the younger children here, they never saw the world that way. Their entire lives all they have known is metal bars and concrete walls.”